"My mother was from Devonshire; but I was born and bred in London.

I recognized that one with the writ for a fellow cockney at once; and for what he was, too--a sheriffs officer.
Shouldn't be surprised but I knew him for one years ago." Val Elster dropped a coin into the man's hand, and bade him good morning.
Pike touched his wide-awake, and reiterated his intention of "dodging the enemy." But, as Mr.Elster cautiously pursued his way, the face he had just quitted continued to haunt him.

It was not like any face he had ever seen, as far as he could remember; nevertheless ever and anon some reminiscence seemed to start out of it and vibrate upon a chord in his memory..